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they’d die but not before this restaurant where a woman talks to me about how the food is alright but not the best so that we’d have to go somewhere else sometime else and I nod and laugh about some story I’ve heard before that I couldn’t exactly retell because the words were all wrong and … Continue reading
what are we talking about when we are taking about we and what has come between the two of us now who are too tough to admit that we are hurt and bleeding but not quite dead because we put our hands on each other to stop the cuts from showing us how much we … Continue reading
poems are a way avoid giving up to it all because each thing is broken down from its whole into a lonely line that is connected with dots that could go on for infinity but end where they need to because they need to and because there is something in giving up yourself to a … Continue reading
Does a man who does not run from rain have nowhere to be or is here where there is no one else that can see that even shadows have tears in the peace and rejuvenation of self? * Sinking city with a car for a lighthouse I rock on the road holding on to the … Continue reading
We are unified by suffering and separated from those we make suffer and widening this gap with status and money and me who looks for status and money and me in things other than status and money is humanity’s progress up to date * I am always in the middle where the endings are nowhere … Continue reading
We are falling always until we land for good I lose her in small ways that wouldn’t mean much to anyone else but that’s why I had her and lost her too We are falling always until we land for good The garden’s jealous of spring for it is entrenched in an … Continue reading
To ruin love fall in love and to love ruin fall in love and to love love fall in ruin * I’m caught here in the empty whole of a garden with no plants and the slumber of other hands and another sun not found here where my hands block the full whole with a … Continue reading
The room was empty while I sat in it waiting for the future to come with my letters still in my pen and my pen still in me as I busied myself with the dog barks and the domestic savagery of letting it out because it was a wolf anyways and I sat back down saw … Continue reading
Burn those expanding circles and the edges that you’ll never see again where the chance to jump has faded through life Burn for you’ll never amount to anything and most of the time you’ll amount to less Burn hotter than the fires that consume you so that when they overcome they do not … Continue reading
Puberty stripped me naked in bumps and hair that ravaged Ikea catalogues and parents’ alcohol cabinets where I turned wine back to water after a night out with friends and better friends who let me see what they saw daily and sometimes felt if we had drunk enough of the miracle of each other’s company … Continue reading
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